When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence and Tick, Tick, Tick

When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick Town was quiet, its heart barely beating midnight hour came and went so fast moon and stars blinked through open window silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse Strange how life gives night its powers its more peaceful and murmuring tones we that too oft wake to its untimely sounds feel crushing aches in our despairing souls Clock watching becomes our pride-less new sport with tick, tick, tick, its rallying calls and when that strain promises to explode we pray dawn's falling rays wakes world's all. We thought not to wake too soon yet feared we may not wake at all and tick, tick, tick, rhythm hypnotised us, we watched no clock, but listened a while, until it lulled our weary eyes to sleep; we woke uninvited, but unknowingly compelled, tones unheard would not have been peaceful and nights powers made us beg for our lives; the town purred with morbid contentment, moon and stars stroked its back, between midnight and dawn we writhed, the quiet town passively cursed us. A Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp collaboration 3-08-2019 Note: Yet again you honor me by agreeing to compose poetry with this old and far too oft very tired poet. I knew your verses would be golden and continue this piece wonderfully to its conclusion. Thanks for gifting such magnificent verse to this our newest creation..